Tuesday, October 22, 2002

The blog to end all blogs! It's the 419 Blog-o-rama!

Thursday, October 10, 2002

A bunch of good links

To find an address with reverse lookup use Infospace.

Another good site for looking up numbers and addresses is Switchboard. And there's always good ol' Whitepages.com.

The Journalist's Toolbox is a good place to look for a job.

Hey, go read some real journalism for a change.

Got a dilemma? Here are the ethical codes that the big boys use.

A quick link to Mapquest where you can find addresses and see aerial views of what you're looking for. Neat stuff.

The sports pages you just gotta check every day: St. Louis Post-Dispatch; Chicago Tribune; the New York Times; and if you're really bored, the Southern Illinoisan.

The best real time sports site on the Internet. This one ain't bad either.

Tuesday, October 08, 2002

My page for the horrific J-Law class.
Writing tips from the pros at the Poynter Institute.

Some great telephone directories from the University of Texas.

Lots of information at the Journalist's Guide, a page of links compiled by Chris Callahan at Maryland.

Thursday, September 19, 2002

A girl tripped on the sidewalk today. She tripped a good 12 feet in front of me and she knows I saw her trip. She refused to look at me and smile though. Why couldn't she just look at me and smile? Would that have been so hard? It wasn't like she did a full-out bodyslam on the concrete; she didn't even fall down. She just tripped a little, something her body wasn't expecting. It wouldn't have killed her to smile. Maybe she just had oral surgery and the doctors told her not to smile for two weeks. Maybe she has a backwards lazy eye and was actually looking right at me. Maybe I'm not worth smiling at. If I had tripped, I sure would've smiled. If I had tripped, I wouldn't have been as graceful. Bodyslams are funnier.

Tuesday, September 17, 2002

Quick links to the Journalism 419 resource page and the Reckman's blog.

Tuesday, August 27, 2002

There are worse things than behaving foolishly in public. Like having a blooger on your finger.